She was dressed with even more than usual care, with quantities of rich lace fastened loosely about her shapely neck and falling in profusion over her beautifully moulded wrists and hands.

Her dark, handsome features bore no trace of recent prostration, but betrayed, instead, signs of intense excitement.
She bowed silently and passed onward, entering the library so quietly that the attorney, absorbed in thought, was unaware of her presence until she stood before him.

He started slightly, and for an instant neither spoke.

Each was silently gauging the power of the other.
For some time, Mrs.LaGrange had been conscious that Mr.Whitney was one of the few whose penetration could not be blinded by her blandishments.

In addition, the fact that he was the private solicitor and legal adviser of Hugh Mainwaring did not tend to inspire her with confidence regarding his attitude towards herself.
Nevertheless, he was an eminent attorney and this was a critical moment; if she could gain his favor and his services in her behalf, it would be a brilliant stroke of policy.